A Marine Called Jason
(Revised)
by: Peter

(© 2007-2015 by the Author)
 

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Chapter 112
 

Devon finished his training and returned home on leave to spend some real time with us.

It was chaos when the boys came home from school. Adam, Jacob and Little George rode the bus.  Colby, Braden, Jordan and Nolan drove in right behind them.   

“Damn, I’d say they’re not rug rats,” Devon said as he watched them coming into the house.

Kyle laughed.  “Which is raising the question in your mind, which ones are you going to have to sleep with,” he joked.

“Seven boys packed in two rooms, where am I going to sleep?” Devon asked.

“We’ll work it out,” I said.

“Knowing you, you’ll probably end up taking turns, and blame it on sleep walking,” Kyle said.

“Colby is the only one who is eighteen,” I said.

“Do I fuckin’ care,” Devon said under his breath as the boys were coming up on the porch.  He was joking of course. We all knew that he would spend his first night home with Kyle.  The only question was where?  Jason solved the problem with a phone call.

“You guys’ve got a room at the motel,” he told them.

I knew it pained him, after not seeing Devon for so long, to send the two brothers off by themselves but they needed the time alone.   But so did Jason and Devon.

When I suggested the same arrangement for them for the next night he said he didn’t need that.

“We’re a family, we’ve got no secrets,” he said.

“What’ve you got in mind?  We are pretty crowded,” I said with a curious grin.

“They can both sleep on the floor in our room, like they used to,” he said.

“Oh.  Okay.  Yeah right. That’ll work.”  I wasn’t sure exactly what he was thinking, what might go down, but I was sure that we were not talking solely about sleeping arrangements.

After a proper homecoming with the younger boys, Kyle and Devon headed off for the motel.  Colby and Braden and Nolan were disappointed. 

The next night we made a show, for the benefit of the other boys, of rolling out the sleeping bags on either side of our bed and providing pillows and blankets for Kevin and Devon in our bedroom. Jason closed the door and left the lamp on low. 

“I feel isolated over here,” Devon said.

“So do I,” said Kyle.

“Why don’t you move your sleeping bags together on one side of the bed,” I said. 

“I’ve got a better idea,” Devon said as he stood beside Jason’s side of the bed. Kyle got up and stood at my side. 

“You want us to trade and take the sleeping bags, is that it?” Jason said, laughing.

“No, we want you to scoot over,” Devon said.

“If it’s all right,” Kyle said.

Jason lifted the cover without hesitation and moved more to the middle of the bed and Devon crawled in beside him.  I did the same with Kyle. It was a warm feeling, besides the body heat we all four generated. So much that we eventually threw off the covers.

It was a little odd; these were not little boys sleeping on the floor on either side of us.  They were men, in our bed

 “I still want to be close to my brother,” Devon said as he rose up and crawled over Jason to lie between us.  Kyle took his cue and rolled in beside Devon, pushing Jason and I to the edges of the bed. .  So the boys ended up sleeping between us in our bed. 

I didn’t realize Jason was uneasy till he said, “Before I get up and go down on the couch…. I need to know that we’re all completely okay with this.”

“Feels okay to me,” Kyle said.

“You’re not going anywhere,” Devon said.

Our night together “as a family” wasn’t a raucous night of sex.  It was a night of making love and expressing love in the truest sense. Having already had their night together, the boys seemed focused on us. I’d thought for some time that Kyle was more bi than straight and now I was convinced of it. He initiated it from the moment he crawled in on my side of the bed and I let myself be swept along. He wrapped himself around me and began kissing me. I heard the soft moans from the other side of the bed and when the boys moved between us, Kyle took up where he left off.  The kissing was intense but he went no farther except to press and writhe against me.

I respected his straight side and with a tremendous amount of courage I moved down in the bed to suck his cock. I didn’t know if he would stop me but I was willing to take the chance. I didn’t know if he would reciprocate in kind but I didn’t care about that.  On the other side of the bed, Jason was moving down in the bed between Devon’s legs.

“I’ve missed you, Devon,” he said as he took his cock in his mouth.

“Ohh, Dad,” Devon groaned softly. I was sure Devon would reciprocate.

We weren’t blood, but the love was there and that love fueled the passion. I marveled again how far Jason had come since we’d first met and I was sure Devon was surprised how adept he was at what he was doing. 

“Godd, Dad, that feels so good the way you take it all the way,” he said. 

“I don’t want you to hold back,” Jason told him. “There’s plenty of time for more, I want this to be a culmination of our love.”

Wow, I thought. He had indeed come a long way.

“Dad….please, I wanta do you, too.”

“Later.  Right now this is about you, and coming home,” Jason said.

The moans and whimpers coming from that side of the bed was almost as good as sucking Kyle’s cock. A good while later I heard Jason choking and fighting his gag reflex, which could mean only one thing; he was taking Devon’s load. Devon confirmed it with his own whimpering moans.

Then, “Godd, you taste good,” as Jason rose up and moved around to lie over Devon to kiss him.

“Geezuss!” Devon gasped after a moment. “That was awesome, Dad.”

“You know what was awesome?  I took your seed that was the seed of my loins that created you. We’ve come full circle.”

I was jolted for a moment and I think the boys were too, from the dead silence.  I wondered if Jason had actually forgotten that these boys were not our biological sons.

There were barely moments that passed before he was recovered. 

“I wanta say something that’s gonna sound awesome,” he said hoarsely.

“What?” Jason asked.

“I wanta fuck you, Dad, if you’ll let me.”

“I would be proud for you to!”

Kyle followed his brother’s lead and a moment later Jason and I were both being mounted.  He reached out for my hand and twisted toward me.  I met him in the center of the bed and we kissed.

Later, Jason fucked Devon.  I never fucked Kyle.  He never gave any indication that he wanted me to and I had to respect that.  Some time later, Devon climbed out of bed and lay in the sleeping bag.  Kyle joined him.

Much later, after we’d slept for a little bit, Jason got up and set a chair in front of the door then came around and lay on the floor with the boys.  I joined them, and the passion returned.

Next morning was chaos again, with Devon and Kyle home and getting the boys off to school. After they had left for school Jason called in to say his son was home from Germany and could he have the night off.  I had to go in to work. 

That night Kyle and Devon went out for a beer.  Jason and I went to bed early, to wait for them, leaving the younger boys eating popcorn and watching a movie.

“I’m not sure I’m up to another night like we had last night,” Jason said as we were getting into bed. I wondered if he meant physically or emotionally.

I thought/hoped he would elaborate on the day with the boys but he didn’t and I didn’t ask. Instead we talked about the boys’ idea of us going to Vietnam.

“What do you think about going?” Jason asked me.

“I’m inclined not to,” I said.  “I’ve tried to imagine us going back and other than seeing Toby again, I come up empty. My life is what we’ve got now. I’ve put Vietnam and the war behind me.”

“That pretty much says it for me, too,” he said. “Besides, we don’t have valid passports.”

“That’s the reason we’ll give the boys,” I said.

There was a pause and I heard him swallow, hard, like he was swallowing a lump in his throat. “I’m going to tell you something that might piss you off,” he began. He paused. 

“Something that happened today?” I asked.

“Yes. I made love to your son.”

I didn’t say anything for a moment.

“Aren’t you going to say something?” he asked. “I need you to say something, Brad.”

“I’m not upset.  And it doesn’t surprise me all that much.”

“We went up the hayloft; the three of us. We all knew why we were going. He fucked me first. Then when he was fucking Devon I was watching them and my eyes were glued to Kyle’s awesome ass and I just had to try making a move.”

“I’m glad it happened.  I’ve thought for a long time that he is more bi than straight.  I’m sure of it now, and after our night together.”

“It wasn’t just sex.  I love Kyle like my own,” he said.

“I know. You said you made love to him. It saddens me that others can’t have the kind of intense love that we have.  Especially if they’re like we are, not blood.”

“Where Devon went to California….they’re training him for the Middle East, you know,” he said, his voice subdued.

“I think he volunteered for that school.  I would bet on it,” I said.

“I’m sure he did, too. I couldn’t stand to lose him, Brad. My life would be over if anything happened to him.”

“You can’t say that to him,” I said.  “He wants you to be proud of him.”

“He didn’t have to do that for me to be proud of him.”

“Yes he did.  You set the bar, Jason, did you really expect him not to try meet the challenge?”

“He more than met it.”

“He would not say that.”

We were asleep when Devon and Kyle came in.  Like before, we’d spread the sleeping bags out on the floor but the boys set a chair at the door and crawled into bed with us.  Jason fucked Kyle again and left the the lamp on for me to watch.  It was very erotic and stimulating and, I thought, for my benefit. Devon and I watched together, entwined and stroking each other’s cocks.

“Should we show them how it’s done?” Devon said quietly.

While they were still at it, I fucked Devon. Then in the quiet of the night we talked. We had the conversation again. Jason was lying with one leg thrown across Devon’s thighs and his arm across his chest.

“They trained you for the Middle East,” he said.  “It’s a powder keg over there.”

“Yes, I know.”

“You volunteered for that school, didn’t you?  Why?”

“Yes, I did. Because I’m trained to fight and there is no war in Germany. Why am I hearing this?” he asked. “You would do the same thing.  You did do the same thing.  You volunteered for everything you did as a SEAL and as a Marine.”

“I didn’t have anybody worrying about me,” Jason said.

“Then I’m the lucky one,” Devon said.   

“I couldn’t stand to lose you, Son. My life would be over if anything happened to you.”

“I’m a good soldier, Dad. I’m trained to fight.  That training made me a very highly trained killer.  I am better trained and better equipped than the enemy. Nothing’s going to happen to me.”  

“He’s proud of you, Devon, he just can’t find the words to say it,” Kyle put in.

We had a laugh over that.

“Yes, I can.  I am so proud of you, Son, it hurts inside. I just wish I could go with you.”

“Now that would be really awesome,” Devon said. “But you’d be doing it to protect me.  You did your job.  It’s time for you to sit back and let me do mine.  I’ll be okay, Dad.  That’s a promise.”

I didn’t know if Devon hooked up with Colby till Jason told me later that he had. In his truck with Kyle driving while the other two made out.

We drove Kyle and Devon to the airport to catch their flight to Korea. On the way we told them places they might want to find.

“There’s a bar called Toby’s.  It’s close to where a military compound used to be. We used to see it from the guardhouse. And a little park with a fish pond and overhanging trees. Toby’s is just past the park. Tell Toby hey for us,” Jason told them. “And find out if the Trent Hotel is still there.  Toby’s is gay friendly, by the way. Or it was.”

I put in my two cents worth.  “There’s also a bar called the Dragon Fly. It’s the opposite direction from Toby’s, quite a ways further downtown.  It was a favorite hangout.  Some pretty hot women used to hang out there,” I said, directing the last remark to Kyle. 

“And one more place,” Jason said.  “On the way to the Dragon Fly you’ll pass by a small chapel, if it’s still there.  Go in and light one of the big candles at the foot of the saint at the grotto.”  They looked at him funny.  “Just do it,” he said.

“And see if Toby’s got a younger bartender still working for him,” I said.  “He wouldn’t be a kid, but younger than Toby.”  Jason gave a glancing look.  I wasn’t expecting to say it either but it was one more ghost from my past that needed to be faced.

“Oh, and one more thing,” Jason said.  “At Toby’s, be sure to order Bia Saigon.  That’s a beer.”

Just as they were about to board the boys came back over to us. “This Dragon Fly, where all hot women are…..,” Kyle began.

“You won’t find her,” I said.

They nodded and walked off to board the plane.

To be continued...

Posted: 06/05/15 rp